Shout, “Grace, Grace!”

When we were alien, it came to this: either we must die eternally or the Son of God must spill His blood: either we or God’s own Son must suffer God’s wrath, one of the two; either miserable worms of the dust that had deserved it or the glorious, amiable, beautiful, and innocent Son of God.

The fall of man brought it to this; it must be determined one way or the other

and it was determined by the strangely free and boundless grace of God that His own Son should die so that the offending worms might be freed and set at liberty from their punishment, and that justice might make them happy.